Populate Trouble in Hutta Town - Volume One - Club Vertica (HSC - Alayl)

[Sal Katarn]

o b j e c t i v e: The Consortium is holding an all Syndicates meeting on the floating casino Club Vertica to discuss business. Watch for law enforcement and spies, discuss business with fellow crime lords, drink with rival mercenaries, enjoy the evening.

N A R
S H A D D A A​

\HUTTA TOWN\\

/CLUB VERTICA//​

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The tip of the cigarra glowed orange as Sal took a long drag, the tobacco fumes almost overpowering the stench of too much cologne, sweat, and pheromones wafting up from the interior of the casino. Sal leaned on a railing, one forearm steadying his weight, and looked down at the sprawl of Nar Shaddaa's Hutta Town far below. Club Vertica. More like vertigo. Still, couldn't deny that the floating casino had a billion credit view. Some people called Nar Shaddaa ugly, and maybe they had a point, but as Sal looked down at the neon jungle below, well, ugly weren't what came to mind.

Katarn took another drag of the cigarra, then flicked it over the railing and turned away from the open air. He walked back inside the club and was immediately greeted by pulsing synthmusic and a bass that thrummed in his chest. This section of the club was built with a classic nightclub layout, where the bottom of the floor was filled by a dancing mass of bodies who barely had standing room to grind up against each other.

"ALRIGHT CLUB VERTICA LET'S MAKE SOME NOOOOOOISE."

Sal snorted and looked in the direction of the shouting. A DJ platform jutted out just above the crowd, wear a Neimodian wearing a glowing beetle helmet stood in front of his set. The DJ raised both of his hands in the air and started jumping as the beat rose to a crescendo before dropping to an even deeper level of bass that sent vibrations rippling through Sal's gut. At that moment jets of fog poured into the air and sparkling bits of fabric fluttered to the ground. Katarn looked away. Not his scene. The higher levels of the nightclub varied, with the highest part of the club being completely reserved for special guests. It's where the bosses were meeting right now while Sal and others like him prowled the club and kept an eye out. Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself, this weren't the Imperial military, but then again he'd seen a few enforcers who took their jobs too lightly. Got cross-faded while they were supposed to be working security. That was how you lost hands. Or eyes. Or tongues. Really just depended on the boss's mood.

One of the club's many bars caught his eye with an open stool. He snatched it up before anyone else could and ordered a Corellian whiskey on the rocks. Sipping on the drink, he turned around, eyes roving over the club for threats, or anything interesting really. He spotted a zeltron who took "sheer" as the new chic. Sal's lips twitched into something of a smile in his ragged beard. Some days he wondered what the bosses were up to up there - something about mineral rights on Alayl and suppressing a rival syndicate's refinement operations in the Corellian sectors. His eyes roved over exposed lavender legs. Other days, he didn't wonder so much. He got up from the bar and went over to introduce himself to the lovely lilac lady.

 

[Vehlous Ademar]

/:\ Trouble In Hutta Town /:\
Club Vetica, Hutta Town, Nar Shaddaa
Objective: Open Doors of Capital
Persona: 'Murkio Argente'
Tags: Open

Present​

"Thank the unseen for Capitalism. If it weren't for the Free-Market of Kooriva...Well, unfortunately I would've transitioned into the adept occupation of what they call the Lumpenproletariat. Vote against District Funding for the Educational System, vote in favor of corporate welfare. Enough is enough! Make the rich, richer! And well--- Yes! Make the Poor, Richer as well!" One said in a overdone manner as he sat in a booth surrounded by Cloaked Guards and Two Cloaked Individuals. It was Senator Ademar playing the persona of 'Murkio Argente' during this stunt on Nal Hutta; Mostly based around being legally corrupt apart from his Office as Senator but to establish relations which wouldn't be surveyed by the Alliance. Politicians loved Lobbyism for politicians were inherently greedy...Or so Senator Ademar thought for clandestinely greed was premier in the Realm of Minds.

''ALRIGHT CLUB VERTICA LET'S MAKE SOME NOOOOOOISE!!!" A individual yelled, it was the DJ of the Club. He was seemingly attempting to rile the occupants of the Establishment up and for the most part it was being conducted as planned as people jumped around and danced with the beat.

"You are correct, Chairman -- But for the love of Money, do not ever transport us to a place as unsophisticated as this one. The Prices are cheap but the service is horrid, dangerous, bottom of the barrel. My rings we could get robbed by the...Hutts and whoever else dabbles in crime around this locality. As District-Minority Whip, you have my backing. We will see your policies are introduced and implemented in a De Jure landing." The Cloaked Man said, peeling his hood back to reveal a Koorivar. He was the oldest of everyone in the booth, a Politician for one of the more Economically Liberal Parties on his species adopted homeworld. As an intelligent politician he was securing the backing of benefactors and donators for future elections. Standing up and walking off after finishing

"I agree as well. Thank you for your generous behavior. As the Chip states, you have our backing. Now unfortunately we must make our departures. Generally speaking, thank you." The Junior politician said. Too talkative, repeats words but plays upon them to act as though they are collectivist in thought. He was playing the game of power. Then following his boss.

"Safe travels. Bless Kooriva." Ademar stated with a smile on his face, falsified of course. Leaning back in his seat as he tapped the table with his long fingernail. Now all he had to do was wait for Crime Lords and other vermin to arrive.

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Light Green: Senator Ademar/Murkio Argente
Orange: DJ [NPC]
Red: Senior Politician [NPC]
Dark Purple: Junior Politician [NPC]​

 

[Toby Russen]

Nar Shaddaa, Hutta Town: Club Vertica
Tags: Open​

An all syndicate meeting at Club Vertica? It was an investigator's playground. There were very few opportunities that ever presented themselves to gather info, and this was crucial as the Hutts seemed to make a move for Denon. But how to get in? Toby would surely raise a few eyebrows, but hit album producer Nine Ball was a completely different story. Toby had meticulously created the alter-ego in hopes of doing this very thing: discrete infiltration. The idea was thrilling, and it filled Toby with an anxious excitement. The plan was, really, foolproof. He'd hide a listening device in his totally real afro and let his charm do the rest.

Soon, DJ/Songwriter Nine Ball was on the scene, drawing a decent amount of attention, mainly those looking to get a picture or an autograph. His pieces had garnered a decent amount of fame, enough for the Empire to ban his first album for sensitive content, an amusing prospect. Nine Ball had managed to gather a cult following, regular holonet runtime, and even an army of critics. The alias simply wrote itself, which delighted Toby. He thought it was hilarious, giving him all the more charisma to be in-character. After signing a few random objects and taking some pictures, the "DJ" made his way over to the bar for a drink. Alcohol was not his favorite beverage, but Toby had taken a liking to wine as of late. The bar was the best place to begin listening for juicy details on new schemes, given the presence of various cartel syndicates. All he would have to do is enjoy his drink and bide his time.

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

Tags: Open

On one of the higher levels of the club, an unnaturally tall blue-haired woman settled for a drink, leaning against the bar counter with her elbows. Her eyes followed the room. The dark bass and wild dancing below wasn't her scene. Judging by an unwelcoming look in her eyes, this wasn't her scene either. Not that she stood out. At a gathering such as this one everyone were trying to act tough, in their own way.

The liquor burned and the smoke provoked less attuned eyes. To Elyn it was a blanket of familiarity that made her feel like she had the home ground advantage. She wasn't here for pleasure, Elyn was working. Evaelyn was Kossak the Hutt's prime enforcer. Saoirse, another high up in the Hestilic kajidic, would've had more fun on this assignment than Elyn. Ironically, Saoirse was up there with big slimey. Meanwhile Elyn was here, scouting for suspicious activity, ready to beat down trouble before it became a problem.

While the crime lords met above, the goons and thugs settled the scene below. Who knew what kind of attention they'd attract. Usually it went smoothly, but not showing muscle at a thing like this just wasn't an option.

Growing bored by standing still, Elyn pushed off the bar after refilling her drink. She pretended to mingle, despite standing taller than most.

 

[Kingsley]

CLUB VERTICA
HUTTA TOWN
Toby Russen Sal Katarn
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"Rrrrawwk! DJ Nine Ball!"

A towering humanoid vulture staggered drunkenly into the young info broker. Kingsley leaned on Toby, forcing him to help support his not inconsiderable weight.

"That...was amazing! You've got talent, kid. With me as your agent you could be making some serious credits!"

From the way his bloodshot eye bore into DJ Nine Ball's soul, it was clear the bird was addled on spice. Kingsley's augmented eye whirred, zooming in and out seemingly of its own accord. He wore a garish purple vest spun from poor quality silk accompanied by a puffy cravat.

"But it's not about the money..." his beak curved in a smile, unleashing another torrent of rancid breath, "It's about the music. Just say the word, and I'll book you an intergalactic tour!"

 

[Toby Russen]

Nar Shaddaa, Hutta Town: Club Vertica
Tags: Kingsley ​

Toby couldn't help but grin as a drunken, spice influenced Kingsley staggered up to the bar and leaned on his shoulder. His cover was not only fool proof. It was shockingly effective at turning heads. Of course, Toby was aware of who Kingsley was. He was an investigator, after all. Perhaps this could be his in...

"Wile E. Kingsley," Toby remarked, maintaining his charisma. "It flatters me to here that coming from a man of such high reputation. Bloody good business man at that. You certainly don't waste time with propositions."

An intergalactic tour? Such a prospect was certainly a tempting one. It could be a highly effective tool for gathering information, perhaps even spread his network. Still, even as infamous as Kingsley was, given his abundant collection of Death Marks, the funding for such a tour would no doubt be impossible, even for a criminal.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I've no time for tours at the moment," he shrugged in a regrettable tone. "I'm chuffed at the proposal, but I've just begun production on my next album, and it has my schedule royally swamped... But, I do certainly see the potential for a business partnership off in the future."

 

[Sal Katarn]

Somehow, Katarn found himself back at the bar. Couldn't tell if it was due to his own lack of interest, or hers. Maybe both. Never figured himself for much of a "mid-life" crisis type, but here he was wondering why he was still doing what he was doing. He spotted a familiar face and came over.

"Zambrano," he rasped in greeting, took a sip of his whiskey, "You ever wonder why we do it? This thing. The killing for money, I mean. Is it just because we are good at it? Or is there somethin' else?"

He held up his glass and stared into the amber liquid.

"Hell. I'm goin' senile. What're you havin', Ev?"

Evaelyn Zambrano

 

[Aktur Seii]

CLUB VERTICA
NAR SHADDAA

The club thrummed with life and music, as the DJ in charge of the entertainment performed the task well.

A sentient dressed in a fine business suit walked through the throng, his hair brushed and immaculate, his brown gaze moved throughout the faces of the crowd. Even though the Crime Lord was more of a shadowy figure in the underworld, few could associate him to Crimson Dawn or the Hutt Space Consortium, there was a presence about him that parted the individuals before him. So, with seeming little effort, the criminal businessman reached the less populated seating area.

The suited humanoid smiled, as before him sat a particular individual that he sought.

"Senator Ademar," Aktur said in a silky smooth voice, his expression to match, as he approached the booth. "I am told that you are the sentient to speak to, when it comes to getting things done on Nar Shaddaa... would you be opposed to my joining you?"

With a quick unbutton of his suit jacket, Aktur slid into the booth and got comfortable opposite the other, before he flattened out his suit pant leg.

"My name is Aktur. What are you drinking? Allow me to refresh your glass."

Vehlous Ademar​

 

[Vehlous Ademar]

/:\ Trouble In Hutta Town /:\
< Club Vertica, Nar Shaddaa >
< Objective: Open Doors of Capital >
< Persona: Murkio Argente >
Tags: Aktur Seii (Open)
C o r r u p t i o n

Money, Music, Corruption; Everywhere the trio was instilled. The Oligarch was browsing through de-classified pamphlets regarding Koorivar Corporate Politics when he was approached by someone...Intriguing. The man looked bland, dead so to say however his words spoke as the bulwark of his appearance with the man speaking of Murkio's true identity as Senator Ademar of the Galactic Alliance. Rip HIS THROAT OUT! No, let him talk, he can be useful. Forcing a smile and replying in a high gregarious tone.

"That is my name and title friend! Nevertheless please call me Vehlous, I hate being placed on a pedestal." So sarcastic. Forced and most of all lies. He loved being treated as superior. "Oh no no, friend, you might have mistaken with someone else...HE PAUSED..But of course I do have the ability to get things done so to say hahaha, now where and how I get things done is the question. And please good sir, join me. Please make yourself at home..Away from home."

So welcoming the senator seemed which was of course a Mummer's Trick. His shoulders unlocking as his back was planted against the rough booth, and his general body posture relaxing with his arms wrapping around the the head of booths as though he was waiting for someone to occupy the opens spots in his arms though it was simply a motion to establish authority. A psychological nightmare was what a Psychiatrist would best describe the senator as in regards to his mental; Ripe full of apatheism, paranoia, and a heavy investment in playing a game with everyone he met.

"Formal Salutations, Mr Aktur. I'm drinking water, tasty, it might be some of that sparkle water and please no, no...no need to replenish my drink, a waste of time for it'll be depleted once more in seconds; Just make yourself at home. . .Ademar Kept telling Aktur to make himself at home..Why? He sounded like a trickster predator attempting to relax an unsuspecting creature. . .Now tell me, Aktur, what is such a well-dressed individual doing on Nar Shaddaa? Tailored suits...Heh you remind me of a Corpo." He finished speaking. From the words 'Formal' to 'Corpo' his way of speaking shifted, maybe his new friend would pick up on it. It was more relaxed, dull, boring; The booth's atmosphere was very zoned out as though the two were alone when in reality they were surrounded by music and sickly ponzi-aristocrats.

 

[Aktur Seii]

CLUB VERTICA
NAR SHADDAA

Aktur smiled, as he slid into the booth.

"Nonsense, Senator," The dark-eyed sentient said in a low voice. "You've worked hard and persevered to earn your position, it only seems right to address you by it. Anything less would be an insult to you and your office."

It did not go unnoticed that the alien reclined, arms thrown wide, as Vehlous rested along the top of the booth padding. Such an open, inviting position, one that Aktur couldn't help but find ironic. It was probably seen as a power-play, some kind of correlation to a larger appearance in a small space, which mattered little to the Crime Lord. And all Aktur saw was an opportunity to slip inside a sentient's natural defenses - namely the arms, for keeping threats at bay - to reach vital points.

So let the alien posture.

Vehlous had no idea who he sat next to.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, of course," Aktur soothed, nodding as he reached out and placed a hand on the table, casually resting a fist in place. "And no, not a corpo, not exactly. I am an entrepreneur, certainly, one with numerous interests across several systems and on multiple planets..."

Aktur motioned to a passing waitress, ordered a whiskey. Then continued to speak in a low tone:

"It is one such pursuit that sees me in need of someone who can make things happen," Aktur raised his eyebrows. "There has been an increase in gang violence on Nar Shaddaa, and I have a contract with a private security group, who have requested certain weapons that are... frowned upon by certain governing bodies, in certain sectors of the galaxy."

With a smile, though, Aktur perked up.

"However, the delivery of these weapons would see a real result in dealing with gang problems, perhaps even assisting to stabilize certain areas and territories on this moon, which could allow for further opportunity for sentients - such as we, perhaps - to begin giving back to the law abiding population... at a profit, of course."

From the side, the waitress returned with the drink, which Aktur picked up and brought the glass to his lips.

"Does that sound like something you might be able to help facilitate, Senator?"

Vehlous Ademar​

 

[Vehlous Ademar]

/:\ Trouble In Hutta Town /:\
< Club Vertica, Nar Shaddaa >
< Objective: Open Doors of Capital >
< Persona: Murkio Argente >
Tags: Aktur Seii (Open)
C o r r u p t i o n

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"You flatter my occupational value, though I am a Politician and therefore you as the people are near and dear to my heart; So be it, Senator I am." The Senator said in a dull voice, Aktur speaking in a gregarious and friendly tone though his new counterpart cold. He spoke as though someone was recording him, picking his words carefully.

His slender and pampered legs crossing as his arms, heavy per usual, lowered to the table. His elbows were relaxed on the table, and his hands were brought up to his mouth with his fingers locking into a V-Formation.

"It is a pleasure to meet . . - Not a corpo . . . - On multiple planets." The Senator was quiet, avoiding interrupting the individual as he spoke. An entrepreneur ? Tih, Nar Shaddaa. This man was either a Vagabond Paranoid criminal, a good ol' Middle Class Entrepreneur with a loving family, Average Joe, or a Lying Mogul of a Corpo. Maybe he was all three whenever it benefited him.

"It is unfortunate, that is Gang Violence...My reforms on Kelada has eliminated this influx of Criminals . . Somewhat true, Gang Violence transitioned into Unitaristic Shadow Crime with his Incumbent Stunt..Who controlled them? . Yes, regulations. I understand your problem..Safety Precautions nevertheless must be ordained." He said, pawning himself off as a proper bureaucrat for the moment.

"However - . such as we . . - At a profit - . . . . . . to help facilitate, Senator?" Mr. Aktur spoke about problem, profit, assistance? Bloody hell, he was asking the Senator to participate in nefarious activities....But profit! Ashla bless Capitalism.

. . . The Senator grinded his teeth, and brushed his hand against his forehead. He was seemingly stressed.

"I know an intriguing individual by the name of Murkio Argente. Corporate Mogul. Logistics and Transportation is one wheel in his Interstellar Corporation. I do believe he will be inclined to help your distinct situation." Ademar was paranoid, suggesting another alias moreover personality he went by, another life. He wasn't turning down any transactions which'd fill his coffers.

The Senator then handing him a Business-Card with a picture of a Fleet of Commercial Ships and a Koorivar standing with his arms crossed, 'Murkio Argente; Baron of Philanthropy!'

A non Verbal-Que to let Aktur know...The answer is yes.